I took Jason on a tour of the rock art. He must think its pretty funny to pretend to deface valuable history.

We tried to do a Lion King thing but Jack and Jason were hooked together too well with the backpack. Oh well.

This rock overhang is where I dug my first test pit. Ah the memories.

After all our friends came down, I for some reason didn't feel the need to pull out my camera again, so this is the last picture I got. We went on a bike ride and Jack wasn't a big fan of the trailer. That's probably why he's elbowing Leighton in the gut. The weekend also included a trip to the public pool, and the girls went for an all day hike around the parade of homes. The boys, however, did a little mountain biking on their own.
This sure looks like a group of professionals if I've ever seen one.
We tried to do a Lion King thing but Jack and Jason were hooked together too well with the backpack. Oh well.
This rock overhang is where I dug my first test pit. Ah the memories.
